She's the boss

Shawty had one goal in mind as she sat down at the bar, exhausted from partying on the dance floor; her ankles were killing her, especially since she had two knives hidden inside her heels as precautions. The nightclub kept up its energy, its customers dancing to the rhythm unaware of the predator that stood just a couple feet from there.

 

She surveyed her mark, a plump, greedy-looking man who was shoveling food and drinks into his mouth. He was surrounded by bodyguards and several women, but despite that, Shawty knew his attention was solely on her. He had been staring at her while she danced, mesmerized by the flexibility of her hips, and with only one thought on his mind, how could he get her to move like that for him?

 

The man signaled to one of his men to come closer, and with a quick whisper to one of his subordinates' ears, he walked towards Shawty with practiced steps. He sat down on a seat beside her, cleared his throat, and ordered two drinks.

 

“This one is for you.” He spoke sweetly and handed her a drink while taking the time to really admire her curves. Shawty smiled in appreciation; she had spent hours on her look and was positive it would grab any man’s attention.

 

“A gentleman.  "Tell me your friend is not going to join us,” she teased while looking at the fat man, who waved his hands. “I hate to think the dress I’m wearing would go to rest.” She rubbed her hands over her body, placing special emphasis on her slender waists and wide hips. Her dress served to highlight her pale skin. The bodyguard could not help but gawk at her beauty.

 

“He is interested. He wants you to come over to his room for some fun. He wiped his brows, getting rid of the sweat pooling around his forehead.

 

“I’m flattered that I have that effect on you,” she pouted. She leaned in further and used her elbows to bunch up her chest, making her cleavage more prominent. “But if your boss wants me, He has to come over. "Go get him from me, won’t you, darling?” 

 

The bodyguard nodded, and Shawty gave him an air kiss while looking at the fat man; she licked her lips seductively and laughed when he reacted.

 

“Too easy.”  She said to herself. She reached into her purse and removed a lipstick. She applied it to her lips, making sure to avoid tasting it. A taste of it would send her into cardiac arrest after a while.

 

The bodyguard explained everything to the fat man. He lowered his voice as he whispered into the ears of his boss, and with each word, his boss's countenance shifted further and further into disgust and anger.

 

“You sure that's what she said?" "Did you tell her who I am?” The fat man asked. “She’s not worth it." She should be crawling on her knees, begging to be with me.

 

“Of course, boss." But I don’t think she’s a normal girl. "Perhaps we should stay away from this one.” The bodyguard tried to explain.

 

“Nonsense.  I’ll fix her. when I’m done with her. She’ll be begging me to let her blow me.” He boasted.  He rubbed his hands, warming himself up for another easy conquest. 

 

Such were the idle boasts of Roderick Porter, a mid-tier drug lord with a hunger for women even if they didn’t want to satisfy him. It became a source of pride for him when he could get them to have sex with him despite any misgivings.

 

He got up suddenly and, despite stumbling a bit, left his men and the women alone and walked towards the mysterious blonde that sat at the bar. He seemed to bounce on the floor with each step he took.

 

He weaved his way through the dancers that were blocking him from his goal; he shoved some of them aside until he was just a couple of feet away from Shawty.

 

She waited patiently for her mark to bumble over. His numerous chains clanged as he walked over to her. When he settled down into his chair, he offered her his hand, which was filled with rings. She took it and shook it warmly while smiling.

 

“Bartender.  "Remove this piss water and get us something real to drink,” he huffed. The bartender took away the drinks and went back to fixing a new one, leaving Roderick to focus on the girl. He turned back to Shawty. “I’m sorry about my bodyguard. He’s incompetent.  I don’t think he made my intentions known.

 

"Oh, he did,” she said, while angling her head to acknowledge the bodyguard. She returned her attention to Roderick. “I just don’t like dealing with the little fry." "I want the big fish.”

 

The emphasis she placed on big made Roderick grin wider. This was his kind of woman, and he was now more motivated to get her. He licked his lips in anticipation of a night he would never forget.

 

“Don’t worry.  "From here on, you’ll be dealing with the biggest fish on the pond,” He tries to touch Shawty’s thighs, but she pushes him away. He whined  “You’re giving me mixed signals." "Make up your mind.” 

 

“I’m not a slut,” she winks, trying to bait him. “At least let’s have a drink, Mr. Her eyes probed him. They were intense blue orbs that seemed to bore into his soul.

 

“Roderick.”   He said as the drink arrived, he reached out to grab it but accidentally knocked it off, spilling the drink’s contents on Shawty’s dress. It smeared her red dress.

 

She jumped back reflexively, trying to clean the stain on her skirt. She swore under her breath.

 

“Shit babe, I’m so sorry. "Guess I’m still drunk.” Roderick told her he was still smiling even while watching her battle with the stain.

 

“It’s fine.  "Let me go to the bathroom and freshen up.” She leaves him with the drinks and goes to the bathroom.